China is one of the world's superpowers, with strong national strength, with high mountains and flowing water, the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, and ancient deep forests.

In an unknown deep mountain and old forest on the border of China, the ancient trees are towering to the sky, covering the sky and the sun, and there is no sunlight at all, which looks gloomy and terrifying, mysterious and unpredictable.

In the deep forest, there is a vast but unmanaged ruined cemetery, the untended graves in the cemetery are overgrown with withered grass, the rows of dilapidated and broken tombstones are crawling with cobwebs and roses, and the few dead trees are erected alone in the cemetery, and the branches are covered with few and withered yellow branches and leaves fluttering in the wind, just like the old man who is about to step into the coffin with half a foot, quietly waiting for death, and everywhere is filled with the depressed and lifeless breath of death, telling the sorrow of the world!

It's not so much a cemetery as a mass grave.

It seems like it's uninhabited!

The sky is dark, the night is falling, this mass grave is extremely dark, silent, only the noise of insects at night is left, it is very infiltrating!

In the middle of the night, the night was still gloomy, covering the earth, still looking down on this mass grave like a devil.

After a while, a drizzle began to fall in the night sky, and the rain was lingering and hazy, which made people's hearts gloomy and dazed.

Suddenly, a tombstone in the cemetery "snapped" and fell to the ground, and a glimmer of light leaked out of the grave, but this glimmer of light looked a little dark, and it seemed that it could not bring people light and warmth, but seemed to leak the breath of blood.

As the light in the tomb became more and more visible, it became brighter and brighter. It was the light of a flashlight, and from the light there was a figure crawling out of the grave, like a graveyard rat in the darkness of the grave.

He climbed out of the grave and stood up, and walked around the cemetery, carrying a bamboo mat on his shoulder, which was tied into a bundle, as if it were tied to something, bulging and forming a strip.

He muttered to himself as he walked in the rain, as if he was looking for something in the cemetery.

In this dark cemetery, the figure visiting the grave late at night is really surprising and infiltrating!

Soon, the figure didn't seem to find a suitable place, and when it got impatient, it loosened its grip on the bamboo mat on its shoulder, and threw it into a puddle in the cemetery, splashing a puddle of water.

"Bastard, short-lived ghost, he put on one of Lao Tzu's eyes before going to hell, and he won't let Lao Tzu live in peace when he dies, let Lao Tzu come out to find a place to bury you in this ghost weather. ”

"People who make Lao Tzu unhappy, people who hurt Lao Tzu, have always been worse than death. Since you're dead, feed the wild dogs here, and be a lonely ghost here!"

In the hazy light rain, this figure cursed wildly in the rain at the bamboo mat in the puddle, and when he was tired of scolding and tired, he returned to the grave and spat on the bamboo mat.

It was a one-eyed man with a short stature and white gauze, and the white gauze seemed to be soaked with bright red blood.

He looked at the bamboo mat in the puddle, and the intact one-eye gleamed with a vicious light.

Slowly, the figure got tired, stopped scolding, climbed into the original tomb, and after closing the tombstone again, everything returned to peace.

From where to and fro, as if nothing had happened, except for the bulging bamboo mat in the depression of the cemetery.

The cemetery was silent again, filled with lifeless breath again, except for a few crows hovering over the branches, and it was unknown whose meat they had taken their eyes on, or when they had swooped down!

At three o'clock in the morning, the cemetery, which had been quiet and dark at night, suddenly blew a strong wind, sending the dead leaves all over the ground into the sky, constantly circling in the air, whistling fiercely.

The inky clouds in the sky also joined in the fun, quickly gathered, and covered the sky, covering the twinkling stars in the sky, as if they were about to fall, and the whole world seemed to be very depressed. The weak little flowers and grasses of the earth have long been trembling and subjugating to the ground.

It is the mountain rain that is coming, and the wind is full of buildings!

In an instant, the raindrops formed a line, and with a "boom", the heavy rain poured down from the sky as if the sky had fallen. The wind and the torrential rain whipped the various plants in the cemetery like countless whips, leaving them to be blown and damaged!

Soon, in the midst of the torrential rain, only a roar in the sky was heard, and lightning flashed in the sky continuously, piercing the sky and illuminating the entire dark cemetery, and with the deafening thunder, the crazy wind whistled in the rain, mixed with the pouring rain of "arrows", and kept blowing the earth.

In the midst of this storm, the thunder is getting louder and louder, the wind is roaring, the thunder is roaring!

At this time, a few weak saplings in the cemetery are constantly bending and swaying in the thunder and storm, no matter how wind and rain blow, they can always firmly root in the land and not be uprooted, like a few strong and loyal guards guarding the cemetery here.

Their foliage is green, vibrant, and full of continuous life. But I don't know if the owner of the grave they are guarding is still alive and can still stand up!

The thunder in the air is still flashing, and it is still rolling recklessly, making people's scalps tingle.

Suddenly, the thunder and lightning in the sky quickly fell to the earth, directly on the bamboo mat, and the powerful force of the lightning sent the bamboo mat flying, rolling in the air a few times and then falling to the ground.

The rope tied to the bamboo mat could not withstand this sudden force, and it also broke, and a figure rolled out of the bamboo mat, covered in green smoke.

The smoke dissipated, and a lonely figure lay quietly on the ground.

It was a pale face, an angular teenager. The seventeen or eighteen-year-old beautiful boy was in his prime, but his eyes were closed, lifeless, and he lay quietly in the rain.

Such a strange scene, if a timid person is here, it is estimated that he will be frightened, and his soul will not be found.

I don't know if the thief God did it intentionally or unintentionally, but he actually sent down thunder and lightning and slashed at the young man, so that the young man died in this storm without peace.

No wonder the public often laments: God is ruthless, regardless of the poverty and life and death of the world!

The lightning was still piercing the air, and the thunder was booming.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck again, striking the young man's body with precision, flashing countless sparks.

This time, the boy's body was not emitting green smoke, but a faint golden light. The golden light slowly spread from the young man's body, gradually enveloping the young man's whole person in a faint light, like a chrysalis of light.

It's really surprising that the light shines from the body of a dead person, this is an era of atheism, and it is the first time that a golden light has been emitted from a dead person. However, who will appear here at night in this uninhabited mass graveyard?

After a long time, the rain stopped, the thunder stopped, the lightning disappeared, and the light disappeared, leaving only the boy with his eyes closed to lie quietly on the ground, alone in the dark night, leaving only a few crows on the branches of the trees looking down to accompany him.

However, at this time, the young man's face was no longer pale, and the color of blood slowly crept up his face and became rosy.

"Quack Quack"

Looking at the motionless "food" on the ground, the crows on the branches finally couldn't help it, they flew away from the branches, circled in the air, and landed beside the young man, the eyes with a trace of blood stared straight at the young man's immature neck, this is the crow that often eats human flesh.

Suddenly, the sharp beak of a pitch-black crow pecked at the young man's neck like a sickle, trying to tear off a piece of flesh from the young man's neck and feast on it.

At this critical moment.

A vigorous arm quickly swept over, one hand into a claw, flipped flexibly, like an eagle, fiercely towards the crow that was trying to hunt for food, just fierce and fierce, fast and dense, instantly caught the crow in his hand, no matter how the crow struggled, it could not break free of this cage-like hand, only wings fluttered, splashed a raindrop, quacked.

Watching their companions fall into the clutches of the devil, the other crows scattered in a panic and scattered into the sky, hovering in the air and quacking.

"Click"

The arm suddenly tightened, and the claws suddenly exerted force, breaking the crow's neck in an instant.

"My meat is not for you to eat!"

The young man opened his eyes, those eyes were bright, deep and sharp, and the vicissitudes of life were hidden in the sharpness, but they were hidden deeply.

The young man threw aside the dead crow at will, and his words were murderous, like killing a god for a thousand years.